Fun Food Friday - I actually enjoyed this week…
Well this was a far cry from the hectic hell I experienced last Friday…
I had some sausages that needing cooking and thought I’d never made Toad in The Hole before (because I always thought it was a mega mission) but if I'm totally honest, I really don't know why I haven't made it sooner. It’s so easy!
I’m a massive fan of making pancakes for the boys every weekend and that’s all you really have to do with making Toad in The Hole, along with chucking a few sausages in the oven too.
There wasn't any flour being thrown around, I didn't have flour wells collapsing and water running down the kitchen units or Pete walking in wishing he could walk back out again. It was all very calm. Perfect.
Even down to the meal prep… I laid it all out on the table for Dylan and Rudy to get stuck in and the further we moved along I realised I was waiting for hell to break lose but it just never did. So I relaxed into the vibe we had going on.
Rudy was adamant he was going to sit on the table whilst we were making the batter. I tried to convince him that the chair next to Dylan was the safer option but Rudy being Rudy was having none of it. I get it, he wants to be able to see what all the fuss is about whilst Dylan’s mixing the batter and if I'm honest it actually did show me that its OK to let your kid be a little reckless once in a while. It’s fun and were at home and not offending anyone. We only live once. I was brought up with strict rules and don't get me wrong I have definitely carried some of those along the parenting journey with me and believe me standing on a table would never be an option but I think this time today whilst we were cooking it’s cute for Rudy to be able to see what were doing and get involved. I mean don't get me wrong, I was terrified he was going to launch himself in any direction but I trusted him and had the occasional twitch saying ‘Rudy, don't FALL - Rudy, caaaaareeefulllll! - Rudy, SIT DOWN…’ You get the idea!
And, you'll be pleased to know that only one courier came whilst we were cooking unlike last week when it felt like the whole world wanted to pop by.
Sausages in the ovenand batter ready to go in, I'm now feeling quite smug at how smoothly everything has gone. The worktop is clean and clear (the best feeling whilst cooking), as I've been loading the dishwasher as we've gone along, the boys are playing nicely in the garden.
Half an hour or so passes and I've made them a side of mash and baby corn to go with this mountain of Toad in The Hole that they're going to love. Neither of the boys are massive potato lovers but if Dylan has some ketchup and Rudy gets his gravy they'll be ok.
I serve their food up feeling really excited about how full their little tummies are going to feel very soon…
Dylan looks down at his plate for anything just so he can question it. He struggles. He looks at Rudy’s plate. He looks back at his and simply says “It doesn't look like how it does at school…” I simply smile sweetly and tell him that I'm sure it wont taste like how it does at school either!!!
So I’m sat there with the boys, Dylan’s eating his food but Rudy decides he hates it straight away FML!!! He's got 24 hours to change his mind. If all else fails there’s Baked Beans in the cupboard. But seriously, it has got to be one of the worst feelings when you make your child a lovingly homemade meal and they turn their nose up at it straight away. The baby corn is all he wants so I let him eat those and desperately (but discreetly) try to get him to eat some of the rest by telling him it’s a pancake. It works but only with one mouthful. Damn. I keep trying but fail. In the end I tip it all on to his highchair tray, he eats a few pieces of sausage but that’s it. I don't want to be one of those parents who make their children sit at the table for hours until they've finished the food on their plate but I think if they have tried at least one or two mouthfuls and they really don't like it then fair enough and well try it again another day. In the end I put a variety of fruits on his table and were all happy.
Dylan, bless him ate every last bit. He said he wasn't fond of the type of sausage I chose this time and that he didn't love it as much as a bacon sandwich with Brown Sauce but he ate it all. I could see straight through him in the most lovingly way possible though… He wanted to get out of reading before bed so he could watch Harry Potter instead.